I hung out in a bicycle shop in Charleston and one day a guy came in with three rusting old bicycles and screamed: “make me one bike out of these three that can go 100 mph!”

“Why would you need a bike that can go 100 mph?” we asked curiously, looking down at this pile of rusted metal.

“Because I’m going to be towed behind a drag racer at a show next week!”

The guy was slightly unhinged, but eventually, we sussed out of him that he was indeed going to be in some auto thrill show and intended to be towed behind a drag racer at crazy speeds. At least that’s what he believed (like I said, he was a bit off). He did give us $100 cash that he said he got from the promoter.

“Ok,” we said, “would you like a helmet with that?”

This made him pause for a few seconds before he looked up at us incredulously and said “what’s the point of a helmet if you crash at 100 mph? You’re going to be dead anyway”

We worked on a bicycle for him but thankfully he never came back to pick it up. Never sure what happened to him…